Chapter 226

Richie heard her heartbreaking sobs as he neared the big tree. Her face was buried in her hands, her slim shoulders shaking as her sorrow surfaced. He reached her the moment Jon’s bike roared to life, pausing her sobbing for a moment as her tear streaked face watched as he made his way towards the gate.

“He’s going...he’s leaving us....” somewhere deep inside she was still hoping that he might change his mind but the loud roar of the bike made it final.

“Oh Sweetheart..I’m sorry.” He pulled her into his arms.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have done it like I did? Do you think he is angry with me for telling him that way?” Uncertainty wavered in her dark eyes.

“Noooo honey. He is hurting real fucking bad right now. His own mother betrayed his trust, the baby he forced himself to love isn’t his, the woman who denied him his time with you and Jaden was lying about the kid, making a fucking fool out of him. I think he needs some time to work through this and get his mindset straight..he’ll be back soon. He loves you Meg..like he has never loved anyone. I know its hard but give him time to work this out, ok?”

Her sobs had subsided, silent tears coasted down her cheeks. She was a heart wrenching sight. He had hoped that the heartbreak would be over but little did he know. Fuck he could even imagine Jon’s shock, first Dorothea’s betrayal and then his mother..HIS OWN DAMN MOTHER!

He could still hear Jon’s parting words ringing in his ears before he made his way towards Megan.

“I gotta go...I need to fucking go man. I’m losing my mind and for Meg and the kids’ sake I need to get my shit together and if I need to lose it, rather it be on my own. You’ll keep my baby safe wont you Rich? I love her man...keep her safe. I’ll be back.”

Jon had clung to him for a few moments, slapped his back and swung onto the bike. His brother was hurting, the always present light in his eyes were now dull.

“Be safe bro’.”

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Gripping the handles tighter, Jon felt the bike surge forward as if a wild animal merged with the metal, spurring it on even further.

It was getting dark and he needed to get a place to lay down his throbbing head.

A sign flashed passed..Welcome to Point pleasant.

“Just what I need. A bunch of pricks having fun in the sun.” Jon snorted.

Slowing his bike down he focused on the bright neon signs...Just what I need.

Cutting the engine off, he dragged the helmet up and over his face and made his way towards the store.

A bottle of Jack Daniels gripped firmly in his hands and a new pack of smokes later, he swung back onto his steel horse. He was spotted by a few ladies and he needed to get the fuck out of there. Jon Bon Jovi the rock star wasn’t in the mood, in fact he was sure his charm was somewhere in Redbank or anywhere between here and God knows where. He sure as hell wasn’t going to look for it so better keep a low profile before he was splashed all over the damn tabloids.

Riding slowly through the streets, he heard the call of the waves.

Parking the bike somewhat inconspicuous he grabbed his lifeline and strolled towards the glistening, rolling waves. Toeing off the heavy boots, he fell backwards onto the sand, resting on one elbow, digging his toes into the sand. The cool liquid slithered down his throat warming his belly. The stars were shining brightly now, Megan would have loved to be here, staring at the stars searching for all the signs she so eagerly showed him on so many occasions.

His mind drifted back to the afternoon. He wasn’t really sure what hurt the most, his mother’s betrayal or the knowledge that Jesse was never his baby. All the sacrifices he had gone through to assure Dorothea and the baby’s safety and for what only to get his guts ripped out and fed to him?

Taking another swig he felt his head spinning...damn he should have bought another damn Jack. This one won’t last through the
night.....

Jon woke up with a start. Hooolly fuck! Someone was hammering its way through his brain....sunlight burst through his eyelids and he ..OUCH!!

Shivering he struggled into a sitting position, patting next to him until his hand curled around an empty packet of cigarettes.

SHIT!

Jostling through his backpack, he thanked the gods as he slid the shades over his throbbing eyes. Gathering his scattered socks and boots he struggled his way through the sand towards his trusted horse.

Time to hit the road and hope to God he loses the demons in the process before the fuckers swallow him whole.